Sarah Jayne Belcher,
Stand in nothingness; gaze up to the heavens.
The rain; it falls
From the sky, splashing as it hits the ground.
You get wet; your clothes stick to your skin,
Your hair is plastered down.
You stare; admiring the tiny water missiles
Cascading speedily; from the clouds up high.
Millions of droplets; become one,
But it all ends abruptly; a silent explosion.
Unheard by our human ears.
The apathetic grey clouds span
Above you; stretching wide in the air...
The perfect imagery of grey, grey, more grey. Stay put. The rain might cease.
Be happy spending a day;
In the indecisive scene that is rain.